The Songbird's Revenge: How I Became His Aunt

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ere Jennifer had dined just before the party, clear as day, showing her ordering and eating a plate of oysters. They got a sworn affidavit

I was a ghost haunting t

that went deeper than a false acc

me is in Carmel, by the sea. It' s quiet

ashville. No home, no h

mansion; it was a modern, elegant home perched on a c

: stability, respect, and unwavering support. He never pushed, ne

ght with me, the one I hadn' t opened

we watched the sunset from his deck. "Your music

anger, and my grief into my songs. He didn' t just hear the melodies; he hear

rebuilt my self-worth. His genuine admiration for my r

It was a love built on a foundation of mutual respect and understanding. A love b

remony on the beach, with just the two of

hville. Not as a victim, b

the cafe, and Caleb' s st

trangled whisper. "You' re lying. You' re pla

d, a real sm

hat you wan

ng him standing there with Jennifer, his p